Planeswalker My Plane War

Chapter 175 Collective Illusion
When I opened my eyes, I clearly felt that the world had changed.

This was the only time he returned recently without reading the Book of the Planeswalker. After traveling back, he felt refreshed and there was no abnormality.From this, we can be sure that all the previous events have nothing to do with the time travel itself, but are the sequelae of reading the Book of the Planeswalker.

The problem with Planeswalker's Book is that it's not like a card, it's not traversable, and it just can't be included in a card.In other words, Planeswalker's time travel is somewhat different from his current "soul penetration".

Zhang Cheng looked at the neat stacks of cards beside him.For the first time in history, he has a three-digit creature card, I don't know if it is worth crying.

After putting away the cards, he got up to wash and eat breakfast.He was the only one at the dining table, the policewoman hadn't come back yet, and the aunt was pulling the little girl up in the next room.My mother's angry growls could be heard a few rooms away.

"Mary, damn it, ￥#@%&...wash your face and brush your teeth first, don't play with your computer!" Zhang Cheng felt that he had stayed in this foreign country for a long time, but his Niaoyu level had really improved by leaps and bounds. It has been able to understand to a large extent.

Of course this is just a thought.Zhang Cheng no longer cared about this matter, because Thomas called at this time.A few minutes later, Zhang Cheng got into Thomas' car as usual.

"Dear friend, I have brought good news." Thomas said with a smile on his face. "I've already taken care of the hunting."

"That's the one... hunting wild sheep?"

"Yes, not just wild sheep, we can also hunt wild boars, deer... hunt almost all animals in that place." Thomas said. "It's all legal. And I found an assistant, we drive a motorcycle, he drives a jeep. We hunt, he takes care of the aftermath, we barbecue, he can light the fire, and of course we go home, he is responsible for carrying the spoils for us..."

"Is this an extra payment?" Zhang Cheng asked with a sigh.

"Of course," Thomas replied immediately. "An extra five hundred knives are needed. But with him, we can fully enjoy the fun of hunting without worrying about other trivial matters."

Why does it always feel like being taken advantage of when dealing with this foreigner?But Zhang Cheng immediately threw this idea away. "By the way, I also have something to say."

"Oh, what kind of thing?" Thomas immediately pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

"I have a friend who wants to practice shooting with me," Zhang Cheng said. "He needs a coach, maybe you can do that?"

"No problem!" Thomas replied obligingly. "Now that you have basically mastered the essentials of shooting, all that remains is to practice with live ammunition. I have the time to take good care of him."

"But he may only practice for one day." Zhang Cheng replied. "In this case, the time should only be enough to practice shooting, such as maintenance, there is no need for detailed teaching, just a little learning."

"This kind of short-term training is no problem. I am the best coach in the world." Thomas is obviously full of confidence. "I can give you a discount on the coaching fee, of course bullets are not included... By the way, where is your friend?"

"He said he would come by himself." Zhang Cheng replied. "Should meet us at the shooting range soon."

"No problem." That's what he said, but Thomas was actually a little curious in his heart.This friend who seems to be a local tyrant also seems to be here to take advantage of the local tyrant?Feel like a netizen?
But he soon saw this strange student.It was a very tall oriental man. Thomas was half a head taller than Zhang Cheng, and this visitor was half a head taller than Thomas, and he was at least 1.9 meters taller.He wasn't massively built, but he was clearly very lean and powerful.For some reason, his first reaction when he saw this person was an inexplicable sense of crisis, as if the person in front of you was not a person, but a tiger.This guy... is not an ordinary person!Thomas confirmed this almost immediately.But what is the other party doing?Professional fighter?Hitman?Or a professional soldier?agent?secret police?A series of conjectures popped up in his mind in an instant.

"This is Thomas," Zhang Cheng introduced. "Your shooting instructor. This is Huchen, your new student."

"Hello," Thomas offered to offer his hand.The other party hesitated for a moment, then slowly stretched out his hand, both hands clenched tightly.

Thomas quietly increased the strength of his hand. Long-term exercise made his wrist strong, but when he exerted force, he had the illusion that what he was grasping was not flesh and blood, but cast iron.When the other party's hand tightened slightly, he felt a slight bone brittle sound on his palm.He quickly relaxed his grip, and the opponent didn't chase after him.Both sides released their hands harmlessly.

"Come on, let me introduce you to the Archery Range, the best shooting club in the United States!" Thomas introduced enthusiastically.

Zhang Cheng began to shoot the moving targets with irregular speed with his pistol.He forgot exactly how many bullets he knocked out, but so far it seems that his shooting skills have been fed by the bullets.If this is an exam with a full score of [-], then he can at least get a score of [-] or [-].Not particularly good, but definitely not bad either.

Whenever the wrist is overstressed and swelling and pain begin to appear, you can take out a "healing minor injury" sheet from your body and use it.

Knock out three or five bullet boxes on the table in one breath,

The pistol felt almost enough, so I replaced it with a rifle.

During this period of time, he clearly felt that his marksmanship has improved by leaps and bounds, and he has gained a little confidence.While he was trying to fire his rifle, he saw Thomas coming in from outside.

"Oh, how is Huchen?" Zhang Cheng asked.

"All I can say is he's a genius." Thomas shrugged. "It's the first time I've ever seen someone shoot a rifle with one hand. This guy is superhuman." He hesitated. "Your friend is a professional fighter?"

He originally had a lot of guesses about Hu Chen's identity, but no matter if he was a soldier, an agent or a killer, it was impossible for him to understand guns.But Huchen really didn't understand, he didn't even understand the shooting posture and essentials, and this was the real first time he touched a gun.

"That's right." Zhang Cheng said.

"No wonder," Thomas murmured. "Is it a boxer? Or kickboxing? Jiu-jitsu? Or..."

"Fighting in armor." Zhang Cheng replied.

"There are still professional armored fighters these days..." Thomas spread his hands. "Okay. But I admit that in the era of cold weapons, he is definitely a fierce man. He can become a general. Or at least he can become a famous warrior." But in this era, it has become a vase-shaped acting career up.

But another thought quickly made him happy, because that guy was really fast enough.The number of bullets knocked out today is at least twice as much as usual.

In the morning, Huchen tried pistols, assault rifles and shotguns, and in the afternoon he tried old-fashioned single-shot rifles, submachine guns and machine guns.Thomas had to admit that he still underestimated this guy named Hu Chen.Although this guy may not look strong, he is indeed strong enough.Because both the body and the arms can withstand a large recoil when shooting, this makes his posture extremely stable, which takes a lot of advantage in shooting.

"This guy is really born to fight." At the end of the day, Thomas said to Zhang Cheng. "You know, my dear friend, if he gets enough training and a bit of luck, he might become a legend on the battlefield."

"He will be very happy to get this evaluation." Zhang Cheng said sincerely.

"But his voice is a bit strange." Thomas said. "It's not like the voice of a man of this age, but more like a young man. I feel inexplicably that his throat has been injured."

Normal people generally don't get injured in such parts, but it's hard to say if it's a professional fighter.

"I don't know." Zhang Cheng replied.He is now beginning to understand that "smart tongue" is not a panacea.It's not clear why, but the magic apparently altered the vocal organs in some way.

At this time, the phone suddenly rang.Zhang Cheng picked up the phone, but it was an unfamiliar number—not a domestic call, but a local call.

He pressed the call button, only to realize that it was a call from the consulate, informing him that he could come to pick up his passport tomorrow.

Zhang Cheng turned his head and saw Thomas's expression of extreme disappointment.

"Dear friend," Thomas finally coughed softly. "Congratulations. I remember..." he said. "You'll leave right away when you get your passport, right?"

Damn, didn't it say it would take two weeks?Why did you suddenly speed up now?
"Let's go hunting tomorrow," Zhang Cheng felt a little unbearable. Of course, on the other hand, he did have a few cards that needed to be discarded in the wilderness. "If you come back, can you take me there?"

"No problem!" Thomas immediately got excited, "But... your friend, that Huchen is not in the plan."

"Of course." Zhang Cheng replied.

At dusk, a car drove into the parking garage of the villa.The aunt was the first to hear the sound of the car's engine, and hurried out to have a look.I saw my eldest daughter come out of the car in a heroic police uniform.

"Dear mom, I'm back." The policewoman came over and gave her a hug. "I'm not here for a few days, how are you doing at home?"

"It's nothing serious, except that your sister is obsessed with damn archeology again. She actually locked herself in the room and didn't take a step out of the door all day."

"Archaeology? Her?" The policewoman looked astonished.

"Yes, he has been obsessed with an ancient script all day long. God, you have to find a way to manage her..."

"I'm just studying a language!" The little girl's voice interrupted in time. "It's just a prehistoric language in Central Asia!" She pouted with dissatisfaction. "Dear mom, it's better to spend time studying than spending time on those third-rate variety shows!" She walked all the way to her sister.

"Congratulations, Sheriff Jennifer!" She jumped up with a smile, hugged her sister, and kissed her face along the way. "Two promotions and raises in one month! Great job!"

"Oh, that's just God looking after us!" The mother was obviously relieved.They already knew about this before. "You see, I go to church and pray, and volunteering helps. God gives us compensation."

The policewoman looked at her younger sister, and the disgusted expression on her younger sister's face fully showed that she did not agree with this statement at all.

"By the way, shall we celebrate tonight?" Jennifer proposed.

"Tomorrow." The aunt replied. "Zhang Cheng is not here tomorrow, so we can hold a family banquet. I have already fried the steak tonight."

"What? Why isn't Zhang Cheng here tomorrow?" The little girl looked confused, apparently she didn't know the news yet.

"Tomorrow he said that he would go out to participate in a hunt and come back the day after tomorrow. But it will only be one night after returning." Auntie was obviously very satisfied with the news. "Then he is about to leave, and his passport has been reissued. He will go to get his own passport, and he will go back to the country at the same time." This troublesome guy finally left.

"Really?" The policewoman looked at her sister noncommittally.A little faster than she expected, but that's a good thing.

In fact, she really shouldn't think so much. Think about it, how lucky she is to be here during this time.Luck hit her like raindrops.No, it's not just luck, His old man even sent an angel to come.Although now even she herself is not sure whether she saw an angel at the time, after all, experts have vowed to emphasize the "collective hallucination"?
"That, Mary." The policewoman took a moment to pull her sister aside. "Remember what we saw last time?"

"You mean that angel?" The little girl shrugged. "I know, collective hallucination. Coincidentally, dozens of people gathered in that place were Christians, and they all longed for God's salvation, so in our collective hypnotic consciousness, an angel appeared. In fact, the one who actually saved us all It was our own efforts, it was we who found the rope of escape... Is that what they told you?"

"But..." The policewoman wanted to refute, but she didn't know how to refute for a while.Does that really seem to be the case?
"If you ask me, I also think it's a collective hallucination." The little girl said. "You know those guys around there were chanting 'God bless' and 'God save me' all the time. It's normal to have group hallucinations."

"You really think so?" The policewoman asked uncertainly.

"Of course, what other explanations can there be?" The little girl replied. "Unless, you believe that there is magic in the world, you believe in miracles in the world, you believe that there are gods in the world, there is time travel, and there are mysterious witchcraft and ancient mysteries covered up by history."

She blinked slyly, didn't talk to her sister again, and ran back to her room instead.

(End of this chapter)